Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Summary: Not knowing who you are can make falling in love a little difficult.

I love, love, LOVE Naruto. Kakashi is my all time favorite character so I hope this story is up to par for Mr. Kakashi Hatake himself. He deserves the best. Lol:)

I needed him.

I felt lost without him.

Everything in life made sense when I was with him.

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Name: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Time: Unknown

Location: Prison Cell #23

I was born the same way as everybody else...

... I think.

But honestly I do not actually know.

I mean, I do have a home and a bed to sleep in, but I don't have any pillows or blankets. I have a bowl to eat out of but not a table or a set of chopsticks. I have a friend though; we get along great. She likes to tell me stories and she listens to me when I want to share my thoughts. I'm not a very good storyteller, so I leave that part to her.

Sometimes I just sit and look at her, and wonder where she comes from. She lives in the little puddle by the window. She has long, raven hair, and sometimes if their is enough light I could slightly make out the color of her eyes. They look like the water, but I'm not completely sure. I've asked her many times what the name of that color was, but she seems not to even know herself. My life was in a cell because the people of this place were afraid of me. According to my guard, I was the child of one of the worlds most wanted criminals. My mother had died in childbirth, but I had obtained the eyes of my father therefore making me dangerous, and could not be let out of my prison cell. When I had turned ten years old I was blindfolded by a cloth tapped with a sealing jutsu. The most painful thing was that I couldn't see my pressed flower, or my friend. I never could find a name for her. Everytime I tried, she would nod her head, left to right. I gave up eventually.

But I do love flowers. I love them. I have grown obsessed with those strangely beautiful creatures, and once there had even been a dandelion that had grown into one of the cracks in the floor. Another crack in the upper left wall had given life to the small weed, unliked by man. But I had found my pressed flower in my pocket, the only key to who I am, or was. I'm not quite sure. I never did find out how it had gotten there. No one told me anything.

Nontheless, I spent most of my time laying my head against the cool medal bars and talking to my prison guard. He didn't seem to mind.

"What is my name?" I asked him. He had outright refused to tell me his name in fear that I would hunt down his family and kill them. I had no knowledge of this of course, I simply thought it rude to ask someone their name because of his harsh response.

So, I never asked him again.

I heard him shift his feet and the moving of fabric caught my hearing as well. He didn't answer right away, he must be thinking. But there were times he wouldn't answer my questions at all.

"I've already told you this, you don't have a name. You're prison number however is number 23. You can go by that if you want."

"Number 23." I sank down a little deeper. "I don't really like that name." I whispered to myself.

"I don't much like my job kid, but we don't get to pick and choose now do we. I'd rather be home right now with the wife and kids, watching them grow up." He caught himself for a moment, as though he felt he was revealing too much. "But lifes got a pecking order and I'm at the bottom of the scale watching convicted criminals." He tapped his sheathed sword on the bars of my prison cell.

I recoiled off the bars, not liking the harsh vibrations they were sending, and sat on my knees while leaning against my cell wall. What have I ever been convicted off?

Suddenly, I heard a scream.

...

I jerked my body up and stood near the bars. Although blindfolded my bodies natural response was to find out what was happening.

"Move out! Find her!" I heard the orders screamed. More feet hitting the prison floor came to my ears. I could hear them. All of a sudden someone jerked me towards them. It was my guard, he then tossed me to another man, and more and more hands came in contact with my body. Screams of different people wanting out echoed down the hall. Metal meeting metal sliced into my ears. Grunts and gasps all littered the room for me to hear. The current man holding onto me was yanked back and his scream soon followed the others.

I was terrified.

Sweat broke out on my neck and face. My hands desperately reaching as I broke out in a run for my life. I couldn't see where I was going, desperate for the screams of pain and help to be behind me.

"Stop!"

I kept running. Weaving in and out of places I had never been to before. Feeling the walls to help guide me. I felt the breath of the man behind me and in desperation ran faster almost tripping down a flight of stairs in my hope of escaping.

His hand caught my shirt and for a moment I was floating in midair.

"Please, let me go! Don't hurt me!"

He pulled me up and placed me down, facing him. "I won't hurt you." His voice was stern and commanding. I was silent. "But, I'm not letting you go either. We are here to retrieve you. You are a child of Konoha, and are wanted back home."

In my shock the first words to come out of my mouth were, "Are there flowers in Konoha?"

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The adventure is just beginning, and there's many good things to come.

~Keirii